My favorite poem (perhaps ever):

There was a great tenderness to the sadness
when I would go there. She knew how much
I loved my wife and that we had no future.
We were like casualties helping each other
as we waited for the end. Now I wonder
if we understood how happy those Danish
afternoons were. Most of the time we did not talk.
Often I took care of the baby while she did
housework. Changing him and making him laugh.
I would say Pittsburgh softly each time before
throwing him up. Whisper Pittsburgh with
my mouth against the tiny ear and throw
him higher. Pittsburgh and happiness high up.
The only way to leave even the smallest trace.
So that all his life her son would feel gladness
unaccountably when anyone spoke of the ruined
city of steel in America. Each time almost
remembering something maybe important that got lost.

"Trying to have something left over" by Jack Gilbert


  1. Such a beautiful poem, and lovely picture. xx

  2. Such a sad, beautiful poem.

  3. 我只知道,假如我去愛人生,那人生一定也會回愛我..................................................

  4. i love your blog so much,
    please don't ever stop posting!
    i may not comment all the time or never
    but i do read it always!

  5. i haven't met many people who enjoy gilbert... we have similar book interests <3

  6. Thank you so much for making this blog. : )

    Best wishes, LL